How simple it is to see
that the world will waste away
and doom the sun with clouds of dust,
a pestilence to asphyxiate.
How simple it is to hear
the screams that shake the silence
and shatter perceptions, a stained glass catastrophe,
to revolutionize the severance.
How simple it is to feel
the last breath shudder free-
that dims the eyes and chills the skin
and abbreviates what it is to be.
How simple it is to touch
the stars, guide the worlds awry,
and find a life of nothingness
trapped in a forgotten corner of the sky.
How simple it is to look
down on life’s bleak machinery
and find everyone you knew
has already forgotten your memory.
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